I'm not that kind of orc

So I nodded and walked out of the room.

"My lord, you must be very strong." The messenger on the way spoke to me with a flattering smile, "I heard that you killed twelve monsters in the last battle."

"I heard? Since you are Bridget's subordinate, you should have also participated in the battle."

"Ah, I was assigned to the other side, and I didn't see the heroic figure of you killing the enemy, my lord." He smiled.

What's the matter with this guy?Inexplicably put on a high hat for me...

"My lord, you have a pretty good relationship with His Highness the Crown Prince, right?" He picked up the topic again, "In that room, I found that His Highness treats you very respectfully."

"Why did you bring this up all of a sudden?" I frowned slightly, feeling that this topic came up a bit abruptly.

"Ah, I didn't mean to offend you, it's just pure curiosity, haha." He seemed to sense my suspicion, so he smiled respectfully to smooth things over for himself, and immediately stopped in front of a room door, "When we arrived, my lord ,right here."

He opened the door and led me into the room.

The room was very empty, except for the table and chairs, there was only a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror brought from nowhere, facing the door, the position looked a little out of place, very conspicuous.

"Please wait in this room for a while, the eldest lady will be here soon." After the messenger brought me in, he retreated to the door.

And I subconsciously approached the conspicuous mirror and looked at it. The mirror reflected my figure, as well as the messenger who exited the room and closed the door.

But when the door closed with a "click", I heard an unusual movement behind me.

Although there was nothing behind me in the mirror, my past hunting experience made me turn around reflexively.As a result, when I turned around, I saw that the messenger just now was holding a dagger, jumped up and stabbed me.

I instinctively threw an uppercut, smacking my fist in his face before his dagger could reach me.The courier was thrown to the side by me, hit the wall and almost sank into it.

This guy... didn't leave the room?But just now he clearly left in the mirror...

"Ugh... ah..." The seriously injured courier was stuck in the wall and groaned in pain.

"What the hell is going on with you? Why did you suddenly attack me?" I asked, staring at him.

He turned his face slowly, and even squeezed out a triumphant smile at me: "You, you have seen yourself in the mirror!"

After speaking, he gradually became transparent and disappeared.

At this moment, I heard movement from behind again—from the mirror behind me, I subconsciously hit an elbow to the rear, but this time the opponent's attack was completely different from the sneak attack just now, and the strength and speed were not inferior to mine.A thick arm stretched out from behind and hooked my neck.It is the choke technique of orc wrestling!

This arm is also obviously an orc's arm, but the floor-to-ceiling mirror is almost attached to my back. Where did the enemy sneak attack on me?

I tried my best to pull the opponent's arm wrapped around my neck away a little, and turned to look at the person behind me.

It was this look that stunned me. The person who was choking my neck turned out to be me in the mirror!

"Drink!" The other party took advantage of my stupefied moment to pull me into the mirror, exchanged places with me while turning around, and then let go of me.

When I stood still, I found that I was standing in a strange and dark enclosed space, the only light source was the incoming mirror—it was suspended on this side like a square space crack, the size of which was the same as that of the floor-to-ceiling mirror The same, the scene in that room is reflected in it.

Then in that room, stood an orc exactly like me.He looked at me through the mirror, and gave me a ferocious smile—it was this impostor who just dragged me into this weird space in the mirror, and he himself went out to replace me!

At this moment, I suddenly figured it out. Although I didn't know the reason, the messenger under Bridget just now was such a counterfeit.

What does he want to do?

I clenched my fists. Although I didn't bring a weapon, this mirror seemed to be the entrance and exit. It seemed that there was an enchantment on it. As long as I used magic to break it——

Ow! !

The roaring and kicking sounds from the darkness interrupted my thoughts. I turned my head and saw a huge black shadow rushing towards me in this space. I took a closer look at the light that came in, and found that the one attacking me was a long-horned demon, blocking between me and the mirror.

Is it specially prepared to put it here to delay or even kill me...

At this moment, I saw the door on the other side of the mirror opened.

"Mr. Bullock, you are actually here." Arsena blinked and walked into the room, shaking a note in her hand, "What's the point of leaving a note to call me here?" something?"

Oops!This guy's goal is... Arsena! !

Mirror Devil (2)

The impostor's purpose in bringing Arsena here is obvious—since he has the ability to impersonate Bridget's confidants and me one after another, he probably has the ability to become Arsena.

If even the lord here is replaced by the enemy's counterfeit, then the entire territory will directly fall to the enemy.

Wait a minute, the lord is replaced...

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a thunderbolt flash in my head—Bridget's father, the Marquis, might have been replaced!

Damn it!Trouble, in this case Arsena will not be prepared at all.

I really wanted to rush out and beat that impostor to the floor until it deformed, but at this moment, the horned demon blocking between me and the mirror rushed straight at me.

There was no time to cast a spell, so I clenched the animal tooth blade worn on my wrist and pierced my palm, activated the Berserker crest on my wrist, and then jumped forward and punched the monster in the face.The wide-open crocodile-like mouth was forcibly closed.The horned demon's physique is almost comparable to the top predators in the field of giant beasts, but with the power of the outbreak of the berserker's coat of arms, my punch still repelled it forcefully.But the horned demon who retreated didn't even utter a wail, and immediately adjusted its posture and rushed forward again.

Tsk, doesn't this thing feel pain... The difference between this kind of demon and ordinary creatures makes me a little uncomfortable.

At the same time, the impostor outside showed a serious look to Arsena: "Arsena, you are here. I have something important to tell you."

"Eh?" Arsena showed a surprised expression, "Heavy, important things..."

"Yes, it's something too important to be heard by others, so I specially asked you to come here alone." The impostor walked over, closed the door, and made an inviting gesture to Arsena, "Come, come here .”

He wants Alsena to go to the mirror, and then use the mirror image to attack her again...

Probably because he didn't want to leave any traces and dragged her into this space.

I tightly squeezed the mouth bitten by the long-horned demon, kicked it when it tried to attack me with its claws, and then pushed it back, silently calling the beast soul.

If you want to catch up, you have to get out before that imposter makes a move...

At this time, Arsena outside suddenly stretched out her hand to the impostor: "Wait a minute, Mr. Bullock, let me prepare myself mentally!"

"Heart, psychological preparation?" The counterfeit was stunned for a moment.

Arsena stood there and took two deep breaths, then looked up at the impostor with a blushing face, and said coyly, "That, Mr. Bullock... Before you say that, that..."

"what happened?"

"Can you...take off your shirt first?" she whispered.

"Undress?" The counterfeit showed some surprise.

"Yes, it's the same as usual, anyway, there are only two of us here, no one will see..." Arsena rubbed her fingers.

Not only the counterfeit outside, but also me, who was trapped in the mirror and entangled with the horned demon, was stunned for a moment.

What usually?Is this girl...

"Yes, that's it, okay." The counterfeit responded a little bluntly, but quickly acted nonchalantly, and then reached out to grab the leather on his body that was exactly the same as the one I'm wearing now The hem of the nails was lifted up, revealing a flat and muscular abdomen.

Then at this moment, Arsena, who was still shivering in place and looking away, suddenly moved. She pulled out a silver dagger from behind and stabbed at the impostor's exposed abdomen.Without the protection of the leather armor, the blade of the dagger pierced in easily.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Arsena drew out the dagger and kicked him at the same time, kicking him out, shaking the dagger and said with a cold face: "Huh, it really is fake! The real Mr. Bullock is as easy to talk as you are!" No, every time I ask him to let me take a look at my abs, he refuses. Who the hell are you, how dare you pretend to be Mr. Bullock in front of me?"

This girl... actually saw through it! !

I was immediately overjoyed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the impostor covered his wound, his body arched like a boiled shrimp, and his expression twisted in pain.

This overreaction made me a little surprised. Judging from the strength he just showed to me, his physical condition seems to be similar to mine.Being stabbed by a short knife is not a big deal to the orc's body. He didn't react so much when I punched him into the wall just now.

But when I repelled the onslaught of the horned demon again and glanced at the mirror, I suddenly noticed that the wound he covered with his hand seemed to be emitting white smoke, floating out from between his fingers.

"Purification reaction...the consecrated silver dagger can actually cause you so much damage, undead... no, it should be a demon?" Arsena narrowed her eyes.

"You... since when did you start to suspect?" The impostor raised his distorted face and squeezed out a voice from his throat.

It's true that Arsena simply set up a trap for confirmation just now, but it would be impossible to do so without serious suspicion.The appearance of this impostor is exactly the same as mine. Even if the average person notices a little strangeness, it is hard to think of someone pretending to be my level.

"From the beginning, I was a little strange when I saw the note you left." Alsena took out the note and shook it, "The handwriting is wrong, what do I write to Mr. Bullock? I know everything well, I have collected a lot of things he wrote in the academy, and I often take them out to appreciate!"

After she finished speaking, she tore the note fiercely.

"..." I was silent on the other side of the mirror.

No wonder I occasionally find that my notes and homework disappear... I thought I didn't know where to stuff them.

"You only have the same appearance as Mr. Bullock, and there is nothing wrong with your words, deeds, and demeanor. Do you think you can fool me with such clumsy acting skills?" Arsena stared coldly. That impostor, "I even know exactly which foot Mr. Bullock is more accustomed to wearing first!"

Hey, this kind of question can't even be answered by myself for a while, okay?

"I am looking for an opportunity to observe his every move every day, thinking about him all the time..." Finally, Arsena put her hand on her chest and shouted righteously: "Don't underestimate me. Mr Bullock's understanding and love!"

No, you are completely stalking, please, I can't be moved at all, Alsena! !

Mirror Devil (3)

"But normally, would you be stabbed directly?" The counterfeit outside the mirror was still a little dumbfounded, "What if your companion is controlled by someone..."

"In that case, I will use holy light to heal Brock." Alsena replied calmly, "Besides, the real Mr. Brock, such a knife can definitely be avoided."

Don't have such expectations of me, hey, I can't guarantee that I can avoid 100% if I am stabbed like this when I am not defending.

"But even if you are a counterfeit, after all, you are wearing the appearance of Mr. Bullock. I can't bear to stab you with this appearance..." Arsena showed a "kind" smile on her face , the holy light that was ready to go flashed in the raised palm, "Let me use the holy light to heal you well."

The counterfeit immediately changed his face, then shouted loudly, enduring the pain and threw himself at Arsena, taking the lead in attacking her.

But at this time, Arsena spread her palms and raised them, summoning a light-forged shield between the two: "Holy Shield!"

The impostor's thick hands, which were about to strangle Arsena, pressed down on the holy shield, and in an instant, smoke came out like flesh touching a hot iron.He wailed miserably again, the purification power on the holy shield seemed to corrode him.Originally copying my physical ability, he should have a chance to counter Arsena, but he was induced by Arsena's feigned attack tactics and attacked too recklessly.

When he retreated under the severe pain, the window of the room was smashed - Vikas, who was incarnate as a black wolf, broke in through the window from the outside, roared and rushed to the impostor, grabbed him and bit him.

Obviously, after Arsena became suspicious of the note, she not only brought an extra consecration dagger, but also ordered Wikas to come over and ambush, and fought a beautiful counterattack.

At this moment, after fighting back and forth with the horned demon a few times in the mirror, I have also performed the beast soul summoning. It took me a lot of time to summon a giant beast that can hold the horned demon.The moment the blood mist emerged, I grabbed the demon's horn and flicked it vigorously, pushing it towards the blood mist.In the next moment, the blood atomized into a ferocious dragon and lion, which leaped from behind and bit the horned demon.

Taking advantage of the gap held by the beast soul, I rushed to the floating mirror, poured the fire of life into my fist, and punched the barrier tentatively. As I expected, the barrier was not Complicated, even with this rough technique, cracks still appeared in the enchantment.

At this time, on the other side of the mirror, the injured counterfeit actually gained the upper hand in the melee battle with Wikas, slammed him away with his shoulder against the claw attack, and then rushed towards this side.

Do you want to hide here through the mirror?

I don't think about it!

I pumped my fist again to infuse the fire of life, and with one punch, the barrier completely collapsed, and I immediately felt a gravitational force appearing on the mirror in front of me, forcibly pulling me out.I stepped through the mirror and re-entered the bright room as if across a threshold, right in front of the imposter.

"Eh?" He obviously didn't expect that I would come out suddenly, and he was stunned for a moment.